Excerpt: Books: Apr. 23, 1984

From nowhere, though it might have been the flies, the word
fire was, with a howl, repeated. The house lights came swiftly up.
Enderby now saw, very rawly revealed, real seated people ready to
unseat themselves, a lot of them, uneasily looking for the source of
the cry or the source of the referent of the cry. Fire. 'Stay where you
are, damn it,' Enderby yelled, as people began to panic their way into
the aisles ... the beginning of a dangerous pushing out ... 'Blast it.
Back, you stupid buggers.' And, to the gawping orchestra, 'Play, damn
it.'...